Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(180)

Thomas bit his bottom lip at the sight of her wet, glistening flesh. She dunked her head again to make the water droplets run in rivulets between her breasts.

“Get in and fuck me,” she said.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you want? Just sex. Just fucking.”

Sasha stared him straight in the eye. “Just sex,” she repeated. “Just fucking.”

Thomas lowered himself to a crouching position. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

With a surge of arousal, Sasha did as he commanded. Her body was throbbing with anticipation as she peeled the wet clothing off.

“Come here,” he said when she was completely naked.

She swam to the side to the pool. The water was cold on her searingly hot skin. She pushed her breasts against the cold tiles and looked up at Thomas. There was a fire of lust burning in his eyes. He took her face in his hands, just as he had done for the shoot, and pressed his hot mouth against hers. Just like before, the kiss was electrifying. But unlike before, it didn’t need to stop. They could follow the commands of their bodies right to the point of pure gratification.

Thomas worked his hands around Sasha’s body, making her quiver. He massaged her wet breasts, stroked her hips and waist. She gasped. Heat spread from between her legs. She was wet and ready.

Thomas pushed her back, leaving her mouth wanting more. He locked his intense stare on her then dipped his hand into the water and pressed his fingers against her clit. Sasha’s mouth dropped open at the blazing desire in his eyes as he watched her reaction to the movement of his fingers.

Sasha gasped and pressed her tongue against her top teeth. She inhaled deeply then let the breath out with a sigh.

Thomas’s fingers circled her clit. Then in one fluid movement, he slid his fingers inside her. She was wet, hot and ready. Sasha squeezed and gasped. His thumb massaged her clit whilst his fingers roved around inside her. She moaned with pleasure.

Sasha could see Thomas’s bulging erection straining in his pants.

“Let me taste you,” she said.

Thomas’s eyes widened with arousal. He took his hand out of the water and sat back. Sasha carefully removed his penis from his pants with her hands. The whole time, he never stopped watching her.

As Sasha’s mouth enveloped his erection, she realized this was the first time she’d given Thomas head. All the times before he’d been intent on making her come first, multiple times, even, that his own orgasm was almost a happy coincidence, a by-product of him giving her the exact sex she wanted. She had no idea what he wanted and this was the first time she’d had the opportunity to find out. The joy of having him completely at her mercy was almost as amazing to her as the joy she felt she was at his. The power was addictive. She wanted more.

She moved her tongue along his shaft, feeling it pulsate beneath her as the blood rushed to her touch. Thomas groaned and wound his fingers in her hair. Responding to the cues of his body, she took more of him into her. His moans became louder. Every noise he made made Sasha’s body quiver with arousal.

She began to move her head faster, to suck harder, to do everything she could possibly think of to make Thomas emit more of those amazing noises. His grunts, his moans, his gasps, each one made her spasm with pleasure. Every time he whispered, “Jesus Christ,” or “Dear God,” in his English accent it made her even wetter.

“I’m so close,” Thomas whispered.

Sasha moved away and took his penis in both her hands. “I want to see you come,” she said, applying pressure and rubbing her thumbs across the tip.

The moment the words left her mouth, he did. Hot semen burst from his cock and onto her hand. It ran down the length of her arm.

“Fuck,” Thomas cried, throwing his head back. “That was… fuck that was good.” He puffed air from his cheeks then took in the sight of her. He raised his eyebrows. “Your turn.”

Just then, a voice made them both jump. It was Pippa, standing at the door, a smirk on her lips. She was holding the telephone.

“It’s Crystal,” she said. “She wants to talk.”





Chapter Fifteen




Even from the other side of the globe, Crystal was still messing things up. Thomas’s conversation with her lasted an excruciatingly long time. The whole while Sasha was desperate to have her needs satisfied. Her arousal was only maintained by the sight of him through the glass windows pacing up and down and gesticulating wildly.

As the time drew on, she’d decided to go inside. She didn’t want to disturb Thomas but she couldn’t exactly stand in his garden dripping wet forever. Sheepishly, she retrieved her clothes from the pool bottom of the pool and climbed out.